The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-05
suRaLAR BILL.

r1,,is recitation was prepared by Punch, and
. nihlished with the intiniation that a pretty
md come to London as an actress.
h T'hrnugh window in the attic brawny Burglar
Bill has crept;
stealthily he seeks a chamber where the jewelry
Ne Is furnished with a jimmy, centrebit and
A carpet bag a.
/ Hare upon the second landing, he secure may
work his will;
house is still.
s,1ddenly--in SpeliDounu norror-aH MS Satis-
faction ends,
For a little whterobed inquire Dy the oanlSter
descendsl
Bill has reached for ms revotVer-out ne hesi-
4 tates to fire;
Child is it, or apparation, that provokes him to
perspireg
! Can it be his guardian angel, sent to stay his
hand from crimey
4 He could wish she had selected some more sea-
Sonable time
900 awayn' he whimpered horsely. Burglars
have their bread 20 earn!
don't need no gordian angel comm givin' me
turn!
,.I is not a garden angel-I is dust yickle
On the thairs to thit I'm dom till the tarts and
jellies tum;
PartInthOn, UDb Dulicrs anyways tndNco LUZ DdDy
Bella thome!
Roor man 90 is lookin' 'ungry-leave 90 burg
ling fings up dere;
Tum along and have some sweetles, Uniting on
the bottom thair!"
"Reely, Miss, you must excoose me-" says the
burglar with q jerk;
"Dooty calls, and time is pressing-I must set
obout my work.!
"Is 90 work to bweak in houses? Mana told
me so, I'm sure!
will 90 try if 100 can manage to bweak in my
doll's-house door?
tan never Diet it undone, so my dollies tan't det
out;
they don't like the fwont to open evewy time
they'd walk about
3 Twy-and if 90 does it nicely, when I'm thent
upsthairs to theep,
will bring 90 up some goodies-which thall be
. off the e. little angel fiutters-but the Burglar
He is wholly unaccustomed to kindly greeting
now!
Never with smile of welcome has he seen his
entrance metl
Nobody except the policeman) ever wanted him
as yet!
Many stately home he's entered-but, with
unobtrusive tact,
He has ne 'er, in paying visits, called attention
to the fact.
Gain he counts it, on departing, If he has avoid.
ed strife.
All, my brothers, but the burglars is sad and
lonely life!
All forgotten are the jewels, once the purpose
OF his Job
As he sinks upon the doormat with deep and
choking sob!
Then the infants plea recalling, seeks the nurs-
cry above,
Looking for the Lilliputian crib he is to crack
for love!
In the corner stands the dolls house, gayly
painted green and red;
And the door declines to open-even as the child
had said
Out come centre-bit and jimmy, all his nipple
ments are piled!
Deity now the tasks accomplished-for the
door will open well,
When a childish voice behind him breaks the
silence like a bell
Sank 90, Missa Burglar, sank 90, and, betause
'oo's been so nice,
See, I've bwought 90 up tartlett-gweat big
gweedieS eat the icel
Papa says he wants to see 'oo-Partinthon is
tummin', too
Tant too stay!' 3 "Well, not this evenin',
so, my little dear-adoo!''
Fast he speeds across the housetops-but his
bosom throbs with bliss, -"
For upon his rough lips inger traces of a baby's
kiss!
Dreamily on her downy pillow Baby Bella muir
murs sweet:
Burglar tllm adam an thee mel will dive 90
cakes to eat!'
In his garnet, worn and weary, Burglar Bill has
sunk to rest
Clasping tenderly damson tartlet to his burly
breast! ~.